Song of Songs
Let me kiss you with kisses on the mouth for our love is more delightful than wine.
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfume.
Your fragrance like perfume poured out.
No wonder the maidens adore you and delight in the love that you bring.
And harnessed to the chariot of the pharaoh I liken you to the Sphinx.
I gather up your incense with spice.
Eat your honeycomb and wine.
I have come to be in your garden.
My sister my wife.
Come with me to the mountains of myrrh to the valleys of incense.
Come blow north winds and blow south winds so the fragrance may be censed.
Your face is beautiful with angels.
Your neck with a string of jewels.
I will make you earrings of gold studded with silver.
Oh your breasts are like clusters of the vine becoming perfect wine.
Turn your eyes away from me.
They overwhelm me with light.
Overwhelm me with light.